Displaced from Gaza: Seeking Urgent Help in Khan Younis

I am your sister in humanity, a displaced woman from Gaza.

My husband was martyred two months ago.

I now live on the street in Mawasi Khan Younis with my three children — without a tent, shelter, or protection from the bombing, hunger, or theft.

I plead with all kind-hearted people and every person who still has a living conscience: please, feel our pain.

I beg you for help — for my children, for our survival.

I lost my husband, my son, my mother, and my siblings. I swear to God, I have no one left.

We are dying slowly every single day.

I don’t even have food to feed my daughter.

I cry to the world: have mercy on us for the sake of God. These are small children — they cannot endure the hunger.

I swear, I am in desperate need.

I have no shelter, no aid, no food, and no hope but your kindness.

You can contact me on WhatsApp to see the reality yourself — I am not exaggerating. Everything I say is true.